Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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At night, in front of the main hall of Hengyuezong, there are full of shaky figures.

Although they are all monks, they can use their spiritual power to dissolve drunkenness, but too many people still don't want to do this, they are rarely drunk, and they still enjoy this feeling.

I do not know how long it took before the silhouette of Manshan gradually left.

The nine of them, Ye Chen, did not return to their respective peaks, but were brought to an underground palace by Yang Dingtian.

At this moment, they stood in front of a huge stone gate, which was sealed with an ancient atmosphere, densely covered with runes, and two elder elders guarding the door.

"It's so mysterious." Ye Chen gave a glance and couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Shifu, what is this place?" Here, Situ Nan had resolved his drunkenness, glanced at Shimen, and hid his eyes on Yang Dingtian.

"Wanshubaodian."

"Wanshubaodian?" Everyone, look at me, I look at you. It is not difficult to see from their eyes that they did not know that Heng Yuezong had this place.

"Wanshubao Hall has been there since the founding of Hengyue Zong." Knowing the confusion of all the people, Yang Dingtian smiled gently and said slowly, "This hall brings together the consciousness of my Hengyue ancestors, mostly mystery and mystery, but also for cultivation. The comprehension is the treasure of my Hengyuezong. "

"There is such a good place." Everyone's eyes brightened.

"A good place, definitely a good place." The most excited is Ye Chen, who is ready to copy away many mysterious mysteries in Wanshubao Hall.

Hum! Hum!

Here, the huge stone gate has been slowly opened, and a mysterious air and a vicissitudes of air are surging out.

"Go in! The nine-day deadline, don't be too greedy." Yang Dingtian smiled mildly.

"Okay!" Situ Nan still did not wait until Yang Dingtian's words came to an end.

Later, Liu Yi, Nie Feng and Nangong Yue also went in one after another.

Ye Chen came to the end and followed in with a step.

As soon as he came in, Ye Chen felt a bright light in his eyes. There was a realm here. The air was full of strangeness, and there was a lot of intertwined artistic conception. Even if he did not use Xianlun Eye, he could easily capture it. .

"Just you, you." The first Situan who came in seemed to have captured a good metaphysical conception. He had sat cross-legged on the ground, then closed his eyes and realized.

And Liu Yi, Nie Feng, and Nangong Yue also found the secrets of their favorite, and then sat cross-legged in that place and realized it with meditation.

Seeing this, Ye Chen was not idle, and walked towards it.

The space of this Manshu Palace is huge and he hasn't progressed. He can see a mysterious atmosphere drifting through. Each mysterious atmosphere carries a more or less mysterious artistic conception. Or the realization of cultivation.

"Mixed Yuan."

"Good luck palm."

"Ling Xiao means."

Ye Chen came down this way and found a lot of mysterious artistic conceptions, but none of them sat down to comprehend, because his mysterious magical powers, for his part, are basically chicken ribs.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Soon, the howling of the sword sounded, making him stop.

In front of it, there are thousands of mysterious air flying back and forth, and each one is abnormally fierce. Needless to say, these mysterious air are carrying the secret method of the sword, and the number is not a small number.

"That's it." Ye Chen stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the ground, pulling the mood of each sword.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Those mysterious atmospheres carrying the mystery of the sword seemed to be spiritual. They were led by Ye Chen and gathered towards Ye Chen, lingering on his side, and the howling of the sword was harsh.

Ye Chen's state of mind is clear, and he will enter the secret realm of swords.

He found that the mystery of these swords, including the attack, the defense, and the integration of the exercises, although each has its own advantages, but also have the same purpose and endless mystery.

"It's really good." A smile emerged from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, completely immersed in it.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly way, and the nine true disciples are each confined in a field, meditation comprehend, and in the hall of Manshu, they become extremely quiet.

.............

Jade Peak, Jade Pavilion.

Chu Xuan'er sat there, holding her cheek in one hand, and looked at Chu Ling'er aside, grinning with a smile, "My good sister, aren't you going to say something?"

"Ah, sister, do you have to hold on to this matter?" Chu Linger flushed with shame.

"I'm not holding back, you have to stand up in this matter!"

"Table ... What kind of state?" Chu Linger's cheeks became even more red, and she could not help lowering her head, her speech was stubborn.

"Linger, don't be confused!" Chu Xuan'er smiled again, then stood up, thinking about going outside, "Give you a few days to consider, if you agree, my sister will prepare a wedding for you right away."

wedding!

Hearing these two words, Chu Linger could not help but looked up and looked at Chu Xuaner who was going away. He pursed his lips and murmured, "But sister, he clearly likes you."

..........

Huh! Huh! Huh!

In the Wanshubao Hall, Ye Chen has been sitting for three days.

During this time, he never got up.

During this time, he continued to draw the mysterious atmosphere, capture the mood in it, and realize it with meditation.

In the artistic conception, Ye Chen constantly re-evolved, deducing the mystery of many sword secrets with fairy eye, so as to find their origin. The words are cumbersome and simple, and it is easy to find the essence.

"The defense has congenital vigor, gossip array, single attack big move has Fengshenjue, eight wild cuts, but I have the great magic of group attack." With closed eyes, Ye Chen kept muttering.

"Is it possible to mix so many sword mysteries into one mystery."

"The sword, the head of the hundred soldiers, is elegant."

"I want to forge the sword of ten thousand swords, turn one sword into ten thousand swords, and make ten thousand swords unique."

"Wanjian, Chaozong."

"It's you." Ye Chen's mouth once again showed a smile.

This time, his mind was constantly migrating in the mood of many swords, mixing the essence of many sword secrets together, and deducing evolution through the eyes of fairy wheels.

He sat for another three days.

On the sixth day, there was a change in the side of his body. There was a sword lingering and a sword howling, and it was not the howling of a sword, but many swords were howling, even harsh.

On the seventh day, he slowly got up, but still did not open his eyes.

Huh!

With the howling of a sword, the Chixiao sword appeared in his hand, and he was slowly dancing.

Next, it is a long process.

While immersed in the mood of the sword, he was waving the Chixiao sword. His movements were sometimes slow and sometimes swift. His sword was sometimes silent and sometimes humming. His sword was sometimes sharp and sometimes dull.

In this way, another two days passed quietly.

"It's the last day, and I'm gone." Situ Nan was the first one to stand up, but he was still in a good mood. It seems that in the nine days of Wanshubao Hall, he learned a good secret.

"What a fortune!" Shi Yan also stood up.

"I feel that my whole state of mind has been sublimated." Ye Ruxue also ended, walking slowly, smiling like a flower, looking at her expression. It seems that she has not been idle for nine days, and learned a good secret .

"Let's go!" In the other directions, Liu Yi, Nie Feng and Nangong Yue also came over one after another, all in good mood.

"Eh? Ye Chen!" The crowd gathered together, and Situ Nan swept around, but Ye Chen was not found.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

When everyone was surprised, in the depths of the Wanshubao Hall, the howling of the sword sounded. It seemed that many swords were hissing at the same time, even harsh.

"Can it be that kid?"

"Check it out."